Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.